Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.